Long Wallow Poems
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time is ticking, days are passing, years are adding,
lines are showing, body’s slowing, often feel like napping,
no regrets, no what if’s, not time now to wallow,
on my failures, some were deep, some were hard to swallow,
some friends gone, some remain, some are very new,
when times are hard, when I reach out, I always reach for you,
Summer days, Winter nights, cold wind or warm breeze,
we’ll cuddle up, have some wine, as we sail the seas,
about the kids, oh well what’s new, they hardly stay in touch,
but come what may, thought far away ,we still love them so much,
and in a crowd, or on my own, you’re with me in my heart,
in times of trouble, in times of pain, I know we’ll never part,
and if by chance you meet some danger, if you’re caught off guard,
call on me, remember, I’ll always be your bodyguard
I screamed aloud, struck dumb by diagnosis,
My tears could flood seven hundred oceans.
The doctor spoke bleakly of prognosis,
His face lay bare, devoid of all emotions.
Now anguish walks with glee where dreams once befriend,
Hope and happiness slip out of easy reach.
In their stead, despair and melancholy trend,
The heartbreaking news clings to me like a leech.
Cancer crept in as a cruel Greek gift.
My days grow forlorn, my strength remains hollow.
It seems from my life, my soul drifts far adrift,
And now in my sadness, my foes all wallow.
To live or to die, my spirit must contend,
Yet longevity is what my heart aspires.
On God, my life’s best choices still depend,
Yet cheery news is all my soul desires.
Though death looms close, my soul refuses to bend,
Capsules and tablets now govern my sorrow.
From heart to mind, the fleets of my fears extend,
Yet faith lights the path I’ve chosen to follow.
My hair is gone, my body bare and bowed.
How far away is this end to my torments?
What weight of sorrow can my soul allow?
A flurry of doubts this bleak news presents.
How long, I wonder, is the wait for the end?
Fangs of fatigue dig deep into my worries.
No rays nor tablets can make an amend,
As cancer cells dance gleefully in flurries.
I was sent to depict the mist, that wears this present days
I should have foresaw the doom, and should have my wings kept
a messenger needs a beam my bullseye's needs a lit
Please let love lead
My bullseye flashes gloom
Cos' the night shade rains on me
I should have my eyesight boom
The moon to savour me beam
Please let love lead
I should have caressed the stars
To show me my tomorrow
then when my message is passed
I would no longer wonder in this narrow
Please let love lead
In this shadow
I breath so narrow
My wings like dazzle wallow
I can only feel am in a gallow
a messenger need no dim
Please let love lead
So why don't I leave this sallow
I soar high in the middle of no where
It all feels here like deep burrow
My back hind feathers soon wears
Please let love lead
am Middling middle no where
my message caught up with me the air
My bulls-eyes needs a beam
if the message is to be filmed
A messenger needs a beam
Please let love lead
Love is colour red
Blood is colour red
Though skins has many colours
6/25/2020
I walked home alone in the dampening mist
as the pastel colored sky blanketed the sun
His rays sank into the sea for their daily tryst
Resting among the waves, his work was done
And now the moon will rise in splendid glory
bringing lovers together in her lustrous light
while the mist hides the tears of my sad story
My heart is broken and my spirit is contrite
My cottage hearth will hold no warming fire
It's to darkness that I'll open my creaking door
No smiling face or welcome words will transpire
Twilight's become the time of day I most abhor
She would run and greet me when I neared home
But no longer do her laughing eyes meet mine
Her eyes now shine where she chose to roam
Bitter on my tongue is the taste of finest wine
Pity is not an emotion in which I choose to wallow
One day when the sun no longer drowns in the sea
perhaps then my wine will be pleasant to swallow
and memories of lost love will no longer torture me
ON THE BREAK OF A NEW DAWN
In the still of night we contemplate the dawn of a day
when we shall be free of the mind games shadowing
liberation sustained by generations whose lives were
put on hold: lives often ending in holes.
The chiming moments of the shades of night strike nerves
playing blues/jazz/gospels awakening dormant minds
to the un-televised revolution whose seeds were sown
in the youth of fertile convoluted brain matter.
Each stilled night, in its season, generates new revelations
revealing the I am because they are the steady black bridges
spanning over the paths that with blood had been watered…
Steady black bridges over which we have crossed over on.
Yet, despite the toils and tribulations of these ancestor
travelers, we’ve forgotten the blood debt to be paid.
Now is the time to let Jordan Roll like the rolling thunder
that follows the flashing lightening! Now is the time
to grasp the baton the torch bearers have passed on to us;
and pursue the dream’s vision to the reality that must be.
The fathers and mothers who have gone before us, must
not wallow in sunken graves of disappointment.
Indeed the ball is now in our court and now is the time.
Let us lay up new legacies for those in the darkness of wombs;
let us lay up new legacies that they may follow the light
of a new day…dawning with the power of the Lion of Judah!
Now is the time; yesterday is gone and tomorrow is too late.
Now is the time: People get ready…there’s a train a’coming…
Written: April 22, 2024
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Whimsical whispers of spring wallow,
Awakening from nature's languid tingle.
You were maundering to strike back,
A euphonic kaleidoscope garden bloom.
Switching back won't suffice this time,
Changing seasons can't be tucked away.
In the depths of the spring warmth,
Embedded in the depths of your being.
Whispered by Equinox, an alias I once knew,
We are in a nexus by a motley thread.
In a world so bright, all else fades away,
I'll remain adorned in pristine periwinkle.
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Clouded skies somberly cascade
upon motionless vistas,
floating unrehearsed melancholy hues
where muted feelings roam
on an autumn morning echoing
a weary winter dream
I sit beneath a weeping willow’s
unhurried leaves fluttering
like silent wind chimes,
quietly pacing unheard melodies,
as dandelions seek the sun now
merely an absent reflection in my own tears
And I reminisce of the days when
magnolia petals were our sunrise,
sweetly scenting the virginal dawn
in soft aromatic whispers,
lazily lingering upon our skin
when your smile was my every morning
Now I wait below wilting branches,
listless arches desperately reaching
but never touching the ground,
allowing desolate thoughts to wallow
as the soft earth reclaims me
from an infinite finale in gray
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Inspired by Sandra Adams poem Crimson Tears
What a mighty God I serve!
Amazing in all His ways high and above human
Lowly thoughts and contrivances
I bow to you in humble adoration
You alone are my God
The Master of the universe
How can I begin to recount
All your amazing deeds in my life?
Forgive lord sins of my ingratitude
That trivialise your amazing love
Every day you divide
The Red Sea for me
To walk on dry ground to freedom
But I keep looking back to life in bondage
You sent your only begotten son
To deliver me at a price of great suffering
But I prefer to wallow in bondage
I go to bed and wake up the next morning
To glorify myself instead
Of you my creator
Today I come to you my God
In humble supplication and total
Surrender to your will and goodness
For you are my amazing God
Don’t ever feel like you’re insignificant
Your life might not be what you hoped for
But your life might be an encouragement to others
When they look at your struggles
The ones you overcame and even those you are still battling
The resolve you have to continue
While dying inside
Might be your testimony
You might never realise what your gentle word
Or your genuine smile might mean;
It could end up being a deciding factor
In someone standing up again
After being brought down to their knees
Do not stare blindly at your battles
Do not wallow in that pit which seems so deep right now
Even those moments will dim
In comparison to where you end up
Journey on -
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Love of my life, don't break me down,
make me feel like I belong in the pound,
lift me back up, I will lift you up too,
both will feel better about what we do.
Heaven on earth is how we both feel,
common courtesy lends much appeal.
Easy to stop negative things I say,
it's only the hurt makes me write such a way.
A hug and a kiss is all I can say,
a moment of tenderness to keep hurt at bay,
I try and I try to show you I care,
tell you-you're handsome and I will always be there.
Your special spot is where I must lay,
to quell all the hurt put my pain away.
Tell me you love me kiss me goodnight,
if not on the lips it's still quite alright.
There is not much this lady needs,
hope and encouragement are words I will heed.
Romantic at heart we both admit -
yet we still wallow in our past sh**.
Am I wasting my time waiting for you to say
I love you and let's run away?
Put yourself in my place, and flip the script,
reality check could you handle it?
The thing about me and this I do know,
I do not want to do things alone on my own.
My companion in life should be by my side,
holding my hand as we go on this ride.
There is no worse thing than being alone,
a human needs contact in order to grow.
Being away it is alright as long as
I know you'll be back at my side.
Just kiss me goodbye, hug me and say,
"I love you and miss you when I am away."
Thank you Cody Lee